You want to obey me bitch don't you? He said. Yes sir was her drowsy reply. Your not allowed to have an orgasm with any white men bitch, you will fin... the idea of sex with white men repulsive, repeat after me so I know you understand. She repeated his statements in a groggy tone. You can only cum to black men fucking you, you are only sexually attracted to black dominate males who use you for the pleasure. Again I heard her voice repeating his suggestions he was implanting deep into her. He pays me a modest amount; we’ve been friends for many years. His wife works with him and they have a daughter called Princess, well her actual name on her birth certificate is Chelsea, but she had been spoilt rotten by her parents, which I did not like at all. She thought she was the only person on this planet and should be given everything on a silver platter. Ever since her birth she’d been spoilt, her parents gave her everything she wanted, clothes, shoes handbags, stuff for her bedroom. He knew what Jet was feeling, probably more than anyone else. They understood each other. He wasn't going to ask any more questions. He'd just accept whatever the other man was able to give.He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then yanked off his boots and pants. Stretching out fully on the bed, he laid on Jet's right side, almost but not quite touching. "You need help getting your clothes off, Jet?"Jethro had been cursing the cast on his arm that was making it difficult to unbutton his. Can I at least offer you a ride." Could you ever!" Michelle exclaimed as she took a step forward and was reminded how sore her feet were."Hop in," the woman said as she got back into the small car and unlocked the passenger door. "My names Samantha Clark - Worthington, but my friends just call me Sam." she smiled."Michelle Petrocelli." came the reply as the younger girl ran around to the other side of the car.Settling into the passenger seat of the two seater, Michelle had a better chance to.